Outlaw Shit

[Verse 1: Struggle] She said storms will never last So I’m looking out the window like, when's it gonna pass I need some cash, I did the math, it keeps ending in subtraction Is it fate or just the laws of attraction? I’ll never know Pa's tracks, fast lane, cocaine dealer Tryna ease this pain with these painkillers I don't want my soul to be stained to obtain my wealth I couldn't learn from his mistakes, I had to make em myself And I ain't never been scared, but reality is frightening My 3 year old daughter's name came from my indictments Like a vh1 story with a hard ending Shit I’m serving a life sentence and I still got a charge pending Seems like everywhere I go now, they watching Hiding this pain in my eyes behind Versace’s Can't sleep I’m too busy chasing dreams And the fed's sent a posse down like I ain't never seen [Hook] Don't you think this outlaw shit has gotten out of hand? What started out to be a joke, the law don't understand [Verse 2: Struggle] I've always been crazy but it kept me from going insane I grew up thinking it's part of the game Them outlaw's always taught me bad guys we're the fed's Don't get high on your supply, your brain will look like eggs In a skillet, yea can you feel it? forget it 80's baby, crack era, that's how im'a get it Fresh up outta jail, new plan, new man But I can't seem to change who I am, I’m a hustler I been running for so long from them boys I can't go to sleep without the noise Television's on,.40 by my head Laying on the couch while my Shawty's in the bed If I stay awake til' 5,i'll probably sell another ounce Shoes tied tight just in case I gotta bounce Hear their tires hit the gravel, how they know I’m back at it? Little girl looking, "daddy why you in the attic"? I’m hiding [Hook] Don't you think this outlaw shit has gotten out of hand? What started out to be a joke, the law don't understand [Verse 3: Yelawolf] But it's a beautiful view, when we're looking down From this high, over snow capped mountains Crimson dyed, don't give my momma black roses I gotta gun, but I’m not strong enough to hold it Crimson dyed, a broken record for a token Pay a silver dollar for another crime story But when you're looking down, from this high And I just made it to the clouds And it'll be a while before I hit the ground,(let's go) And taking freedom from me now Would be like taking water from the nile Cause the river still flows From a story that a dam couldn't hold (Ight grandpa it's your turn) [Hook]